Kim hustled her naked(looking) ass as fast as her bare(looking) feet could take her and Monique. Seeing her (looking like she was)flashing - but even more: Seeing a naked girl “flying” while curled up and clutching something out of sight - got people’s attention and slowed their reactions allowing her to get by them (few made to touch her). But it also made them obstacles. She had to make several detours because of doctors, nurses, orderlies, maintenance, and patients standing still in the middle of hallways. All the while the two unclothed(looking) teenagers were picking up a more and more followers, the disturbance of hospital peace-and-quiet rules continuing to grow.
Alarm bells were going off in the heroine’s head (not to mention the contradictory arousal signals her (and Monique’s) body were screaming). She had too much adrenalin. And, yet, her foe Adrena Lynn hadn’t made her move yet. Or so Kim thought.
“Gray lines! Gray lines!” she chanted, remembering the color code that her mom’s hospital had on the floors for finding your way around it. “Gray for gray matter. Gray for neurology!”
She got to a closing elevator door just as hospital security began to move in on her. The invisible gurney slammed against the wall and, then, against Kim’s pussy. A spurt of juice responded.
And her sex wasn’t the only one to respond. The old man in the wheelchair cried out, “No more erectile disfunction!” His wife(?) smiled her thanks as auburn-haired teen hurried the invisible gurney out of the elevator, blushing and flushing.
Kim couldn’t take the direct route to her mom’s office, as security and orderlies (and some “vigilantes” who only wanted to “help” capture disturbingly disturbed, naked girls) were charging, blocking the way.
“Kim, please say we’re almost there!” Monique had kept her eyes closed the whole time. “I’m getting motion sickness!” She was looking a little Shego-green.
“I’ll pick up an emesis bag when I see one!” her friend promised but made no promise to not stay in motion. It was someone else who assisted the distressed Monique.
“What do you think you two are doing, Kimberly Ann Possible!?!” her mom asked and reprimanded at the same time. “Running around without a stitch of clothing on! This is a hospital, but even we have rules of decency!”
“Mom! Don’t touch me!!” the daughter’s desperately swung the gurney around to head in the opposite direction.
“Kim!! Stop, I say! I am your mother!” Where had she failed as a parent? Was it too late to reach out to her?
They were so focused on each other, others could be ignored. Except, it turned out, for a young woman waiting brain surgery who blurted out, “So the TV was right! Kim Possible IS a lesbian! Can I join your Les B Free Fighters, too?!”
“What??!” Ann Possible cried, appalled. “My daughter’s no homosexual!” Okay, she had to be more tolerant than that. “Are you, Kimmy?”
“That’s what Adrena Lynn says!”
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